PROLOGUE
Last night, I went to bed around ten o’clock, both body and
heart aching and seeking the blessing of sleep. I woke at 1:30
a.m. this morning, the bedsheets drenched with sweat. It has
been like this for the last week, the sickening feeling of
reality, and after a few minutes, the inevitable tears. I smoke
a couple of cigarettes to pass the time more quickly.
Suddenly, there is a tremendous crash outside my second
story window. I sit upright and a sparrow flies into the room.